Lyrics:

Hauk, who goes yonder? It is I, sire, Richard of Nottingham Well, speak up man, what is it? News from the east, sire, Rick the Ruler has returned! Gather 'round party goers as if your still livin And get on down to the old Slick rhythm Now this one here is called the Ruler my dear Its a mere party booster that will set things clear Its a hundred percent proof from champions of truth And if you feel you need spirit I'll bring back your youth Relax your mind, and folks unwind And be kind to a rhythm that you hardly find And off we go, let the trumpets blow Well hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro The Ruler's back Now in these times, at least to me There's a lot of people out here tryin' to sound like Ricky D Not tryin' to cause trouble cause its really a small thing But they're bitin what I'm writin God it's great being the king Some sound allright, but then they act illy Try conquering my crown and that's really very silly Now I'm not the type that gets upset Try to disrespect folks just to earn respect But learn this fact, whether white or black I can't be conquered in my style of rap For jealousy and envy are dumb ones tools So Ricky says nothing, he keeps his cool Revenge is not a mission that the Ruler's on Just forgiveness required for the wrong that's done So off we go, let the trumpets blow And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro The Ruler's back Now one day when I was chillin' at this outside jam I seen folks havin' a ball and plus clappin' their hands To beats of records that conquer the streets Like Pee Wee Herman and Clubhouse Treats Girls was chillin', boys rule as usual-a